Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.
There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.
Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.
I want to collapse. I want to fall on the sidewalk right there and drag myself to the ivy.
She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.
Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know
How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.
How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?
This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.
I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.
You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.
I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.
Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?
And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.
I think there's always room for humor, especially when you're talking about really serious issues.
When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it.
Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?
It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.
I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.
And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.
A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.
My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.
You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.
Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.
I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.
How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.
I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.
It's up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.
I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.
God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.
Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered. (pg 222).
When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?
We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.
We both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed.
Of course I always like going to bookstores, but at stores, you're mostly meeting kids who are already into reading.
Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?
That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.
My favorite aspect of being an author has always been visiting different communities and meeting my readers face to face.
I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.
and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy
Usually, when somebody really hates your book, they're not going to waste time on it, telling you what you need to work on.
I don't know anything about bullying in Huntington Beach specifically, but I would assume it's very similar to other places.
I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,” he says, “but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them.
I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!
Did the poet use red to symbolize blood? Anger? Lust? Or is the wheelbarrow simply red because red sounded better than black?
I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story from me?
Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.
It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.
Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.
There's no way to know exactly what someone's dealing with, no matter how open you are. You're just never going to know everything.